This is a song about "Left"

My balance be so tight rope

That left ya without hope

Friend after friend left me

We like to party

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Your family is left wondering why

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I'm still confused about why you left

Hold up yea we the best

Take away what ever's left

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Promises that had us left assured

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look